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→ · Inside her cell, Amelia was asleep, as usual. Other than carving lyrics && quotes into her cell wall, there wasn't much to do when in solitary. Outside, an echo of a guard jingling his keys made her shift in her sleep, opening her eyes to see a burly guard opening the door to her cell && leaning against the door. "You're being transferred, today," he grunted, leaning into her cell && grabbing her arm, yanking her out of her comfortable spot in the corner. "Huh, joy," she grumbled, the guard pulling the door open && escorting her to the other side of the asylum.
It had been months since the news had come that she had a slight possibility of being transferred to a public cell, having more than just herself to interact with. Course, that's something Amelia had been looking forward to, but somehow, showing that she was enthusiastic about something always put her back at square one.
The guard opened her new cell door, pushing her lower back through the doorway && slamming the bars shut. At the moment, there was no one present in their cells that were around her, Amelia sliding down the wall && crossing her legs to get comfortable. For now, sleep sounded the most appealing, her eye lids slowly falling && drifting off into yet another brief nap of the afternoon. ·←
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